This is what happens when Mistress Elita lets her submissive side out to play.
She plays pretty hard. Thirty strokes with a thick, dense cane from her man. Long swings with real force. All thirty of them. I saw every single one from directly in front of her.
I saw the pain of them all in her eyes.
I watched her loose the battle early on, crying out her anguish into my face; then I watched in admiration as she got on top of it, motionless in stiff defiance, only to see her lose it again at the end, tears appearing for the last five strokes.
It was quite a thing, it really was.
And her immediate reactions at the end of all this brutality? She tried hard to supress her tears so as not to frighten me before I took the same caning. Then as soon as she had been untied and had stood up, she asked permission to give me a hug before I went over the bench.
You see, she had her client in the room and her first concern, even after all this, was not for herself but for me.
Because she’s fucking wonderful.
You get a feel for how hard these strokes were from the video in this post.
More, perhaps less sore, sin here:
(this post is not entered in the prompt competition)